Boom...! The collar around Chen Fan's neck exploded with a bang, and the smoke from the blast engulfed him.
MR. Disco laughed and shouted, "Hahaha... Now you're dead, aren't you? Even if I can't earn two billion Beli, your head is still worth Eight Hundred Million Beli." But after he finished laughing, he realized that the arm gripping him was still as motionless as steel. Could it be...
MR. Disco turned his head to look at Chen Fan, only to see that Chen Fan was completely unscathed. "What... did you just... do?" Chen Fan asked calmly.
MR. Disco regretted it to death. Why hadn't he inspected him carefully? Why hadn't he noticed who this person was until now? But it was already too late. Even though he ran an auction house, he had no regrets to auction off.
"Don't kill me! My boss is Doflamingo, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!" MR. Disco made one last struggle.
"Finger Pistol!" Chen Fan said calmly. He did not care who the man's boss was. Human traffickers deserved to die; there was nothing more detestable in the world than human traffickers. If he ran into that boss of his next time, he would kill him too.
Whoosh...! An air bullet entered through the back of MR. Disco's head and burst out through his forehead. The man died right there. After auctioning countless slaves, his final fate was to die on the auction stage. What a luxurious way to die.
Smack! Chen Fan casually tossed MR. Disco's corpse together with the other traffickers.
The female Celestial Dragon, Shalria, saw all this without feeling afraid. As World Nobles, the Celestial Dragons had seen more slave deaths than they could count.
She swaggered up to Chen Fan, pointed at him, and said, "You... from